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Wonder in a Child’s Eyes: A Piper Tri-Pacer Flying Over Tropical Grasslands
The buzzing of the aeroplane
flying over the northern shrublands where the wild horses roamed,
up the Cap, he stood amongst the honeybees, butterflies, shrubs, grasslands and meadows,
captured within was the imagination of a child.
He wondered where the aeroplanes came from and where they were going.
Seldom was this sound heard around here; it reminded him of the African savanna programmes he had seen on the black-and-white television,
‘Born Free’ came to mind; he instinctively desired to sing and run amongst the grass and shrubs.
He reminisces that the pilot must be a colonialist or one of their kind, like the one featured in the television series. After all, this part of the island was a forbidden land.
It was private, not reserved for his kind.
Here he stood; everything was in technicolour.
He wondered about the sounds, the bees and the aeroplane buzzing.
Standing amongst the hives, tasting the honey from the combs,
life, he thought, was so sweet on this beautiful isle.
